*sigh*
Well, here I am, sofa-bound and flat as a loin cloth. Exercise is grrrrreat and I will defo keep at it during CD, but my first day post-body pump has witnessed a bit of an energy drought. Nothing drastic....just heavy of limb and a bit listless really. At about 2pm I was thinking about having my 3rd shake early and just decided to go for an afternoon kip. Slept like a baby and treated myself to Maple porridge on awakening......mmmmmm (shame I don't have gold locks).
Hot sunshine orange is perking me up a good un and I am making way for a yomp across the rain soaked fields with the hounds.
Later am planning on a bath, buff, mask and freshly pressed PJs before lurking in front of the telly. Going to have a chicken breast marinaded in curry spices with some lovely lettuce anc cucumber in place of my 4th shake.
It is the end of my first week and (this goes out especially to people in days 1-4) it reallt has gotten easier as the week has rolled on. I am at least half a stone lighter than 7 days ago and feel that I am at the start of an important journey.
I told my dad I was doing CD again on the phone today, having considered keeping my traps shut because a. he isn't 100% at the moment and b. he thinks it is really not good for you. He just went quiet and I said that I had come clean because I wanted to be able to share my weight loss successes with him. He'll be ok about it, but it gave me the chance to re-examine my own reasons for committing to this as opposed to a 'normal' plan.
Doing SS+ yesterday was a bit scary and provoked a strange set of mixed emotions. On one hand, I feared that my very desire to eat proper food might signify the end of my CD journey...kind of like the 'thin end of the wedge'. I felt weak. Uncommitted. But when I got the local butcher to weigh me out the chicken,I kind of knew I would be eating it later....
And why not?? What did it really signify? Perhaps my long-term commitment and a balanced view of the significance of food. If I want to stick at this for the next 12 weeks, I am going to have to get comfortable with occasional meals. There is no other way, and my 'black and white' thinking is not going to help. So rather than sending me careering off the wagon, the chicken incident (!!) has possibly strengthened my resolve to hang in an play the long game whilst blurring some of my crazy mental boundaries.
The decision to exercise was a biggie. Part of me wanted to wait another week until my body becomes accustomed to the plan again.The bigger part shoved me out of the door and gym-wards with two mammoth bottles of water and a nervous grin.
Outcome? The class itself was fine...no bother at all. I think I have learnt that the impact on your body is an all-day one....I am reminded that we don't have much energy to splash around on this plan.
However, I have signed up for my usual classes this week (toning,not cardio) and promised my hubby (and running mate) that I'll try to do a short, 3 mile jog interspersed with intervals if need be. Tomorrow night. He is finding it hard to motivate himself without me and if I am honest I miss my jogging.
All we can do is try eh??
The other biggie this week?? You lot!! The banter, support, laughter, coaching, information, bolstering and general friendship I have found on this site has been the key to a week of good outcomes. I cannot thank my new buddies enough for helping me through the bad times and celebrating the good times with me. Not only are you all utterly inspirational, I can sense that you are all generally worthwhile human beings and having you at my side is a gift......
So thanks!! :wave_cry: From the bottom of my crazy little heart.
It isn't that we 'can' do this girls. Oh no. We 'are' doing it. With style......ONWARDS xxx
for good measure. that is all
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